#THERE ARE SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS TO DROWN

[itgirldraco]

do you have any fic recs?

yes!! so many!! please check the tags for each!

all time favorites:

way down we go: an absolute classic. werewolf harry, chronically ill utterly miserable draco, post-war in small town america. enemies to lovers slowburn with protective harry and hopelessly gay draco.

in hopes that you may drown: SO much of my art is based on this author's harry and draco. such a lovely fic. post-war, draco raising delphi and absolutely perfecting the stressed yoga mom vibe. harry is instantly smitten.

in our blood: about haunted houses, parenthood and growing to care for each other. I love this one.

you'll still find stone: arranged marriage. draco expects the worst and harry is an absolute sweetheart. angst but so heartwarming. (mind the tags!!)

ANYTHING by corvetteclaire! their blood link and in the mirror series are severely underrated and genuinely took my breath away. some of my favorite writing and plots.

inside grey eyes: so so beautiful. quite dark and yet exceptionally hopeful. all about draco's recovery from a nightmare situation and harry's unending support. (mind the tags!!)

anything by tessa crowley!! an absolute gem in the fandom with an impressive variety of works.

the mirror of ecidyrue series: perfection.

in your arms, rests my world: “You make me feel safe, Potter. You keep me safe.” yeah..yeah. (mind the tags!!)

anything by toxik_angel tbh..one of my favorites is infairitance even though it’s incomplete; fairy draco is a game changer

oxytocin: angst, angst, angst, and so much cuddling. slowburn in the best way possible.

Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm: i read this some time ago but i remember adoring it.

Diffraction Patterns (I Don't Know How to Forget You): another incredible old read .

everything by beloved @rockingrobin69 !! this is one my favorites ever i never stop thinking about it

fluff/humor:

manlet: PLEASE read this one! so so cute and adorable and hilarious ft sweet giant harry and tiny angry draco and wickedly funny narcissa. will definitely open your eyes to small draco.

screw you: extremely funny and extremely hot.

like a star across my sky: SUCH a good fic! feels like a romcom.

title of their sex tape: as funny as it sounds.

flirt: really sweet. disaster flirty draco and awkward yet charmed harry.

married to a brute (ongoing): genius and hilarious

smut:

it beats me black and blue: absolute perfection. no notes.

let me roll it: so delicious. clueless mess draco and grumpy harry who hates everyone except draco.

his little something: size difference excellence

scenes of surrender: a combination of smut, love, recovery and caretaking

a perfect fit: hung harry and size queen draco

come up for air: veela draco

fawning for you: harry is completely obsessed with draco's videos. very cute, muggle setting.

burning the ground: creature fic

ongoing/other faves:

one elephant at a time (ongoing): i recommend this fic to EVERYONE. genuinely incredible. think yellow wallpaper, jane eyre, crush by richard siken, and the author mentions being inspired by my dark vanessa as well. so essentially a modern romance with a dark gothic backstory. every single sentence in this fic stands out to me. every characterization, every conversation, is just so honest and genuine. also!! draco has a cat called lady di!! and he loves to wear earrings! (mind the tags!!)

within the hollow crown: more of pre-drarry tbh. such an interesting plot!! harry grudgingly cares for an increasingly spiraling draco who is except under close and constant watch by the dark lord-every second of his sixth year. currently has an ongoing sequel.

imperfection (ongoing): another fic by robin! and another of my all time favorites, so so lovingly written and so tragic and lovely and heartbreaking. really digs into draco's psych and his manic mindset and constant spiral BUT there is light at the end of the tunnel and so much love surrounding him even though it's hard for him to see it. (mind the tags!!)

saviour series (ongoing): wouldn't necessarily call this drarry? more of a stockholm syndrome gothic novel type of fic but i recommend it all the same. the writing is truly extraordinary and the pacing is incredible. will leave you breathless. part one is complete. (mind the tags!!)

perspective series (ongoing): the original books with alpha harry, omega draco in gryffindor, and an adorable friendship dynamic between the golden trio and draco. really sweet, and super interesting. no romance as of yet but there are little moments.

tales of the potters: very interesting take on the arranged marriage trope! i recommend all of this author's works; they have a gorgeous way with words and their work really brings harry and draco to life.

the veiled boy (ongoing): one of the most intriguing recent fics i've read. really delves into character dynamics in such a realistic and refreshing way and draco is so endearing in it. every chapter has gorgeous illustrations.

never in extremity: reread this one recently. equal parts heartbreaking and heartwarming. (mind the tags!!)

[rems-writing]

Cyberpunk's bartender

》 Pairing: bartender!Wooyoung x gn!erader

》 Genre: Fluff

》 Wordcount: 1,800 words

》 Rating: nc-17

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

Wooyoung chuckled to himself as he saw a group of girls walk inside the club and saw one of them stand out from the others. She looked sheepish and definitely did not want to be outdoors right now. He understood far too well that sometimes, people just don’t like being forced to go out. As soon as Mingi, the bouncer that let these women in, gave a signal and pointed to the incredibly shy girl that flinched at everything, Wooyoung nodded and gave a thumbs-up in return. After all, he was also used to helping introverts like that woman escape. 

“I NEED THREE TEQUILA SUNRISES FOR BOOTH 1024!”

Wooyoung heard Jongho’s voice resonate within the dingy strip club and he nodded. He set to work on making the mixed drinks, pouring each amount of tequila perfect into the metal shaker before adding ice and closing it. He started shaking it with one hand while the other gathered three glasses so he could pour the drink in. Once he set the shaker down, he grabbed a strainer and placed it over the opened shaker before pouring each drink into the frosted glasses. He grabbed the tiny umbrellas and stabbed three maraschino cherries before topping the drinks with it. 

“THREE TEQUILA SUNRISES!”

Wooyoung’s voice was incredibly loud, even through the booming techno music the strippers were dancing to. Jongho hurried over to the bar and grabbed the drinks carefully before thanking him and walking over towards the booth. Wooyoung sighed and quickly washed his tools so he could prepare for making the next few drinks. He hated using dirty tools when making drinks. He believed that the remnants from the last cocktail mixed in with the new cocktail would make it taste bad. It’s a silly ideology, but to him, it made the most sense. He was currently watching the crowd and observing the different dynamics they got going on here. Soon, he felt a presence in front of him and he smiled brightly. 

“Well well. If it isn’t my favorite customer.”

You giggled and playfully rolled your eyes at his compliment. Wooyoung had first met you when you came in with so much stress. You weren’t one to drown your sorrows in alcohol, but you had just about enough. As an event coordinator and a travel planner, it seemed like you could never catch a break. The only upside to your job is that you were self-employed so you were your own boss and you could take as many days off as you want. After the occasions you helped out with, you were definitely taking a month long vacation. 

“Do you say that to all your customers?”

“Of course not, doll. They aren’t as put-together as you.”

“Ok ok fine. Enough with your pretty words. You know the drill.”

“So the usual then?”

You nodded and Wooyoung set straight to work. He decided to put on a little show for you since you expressed that you felt fascinated with the way Wooyoung makes drinks. From a simple whiskey on the rocks to the most complicated cocktail (i.e. the cosmopolitan), you believed he had the magic touch. After Wooyoung set your drink down, you thanked him and took a sip. You were surprised. Your usual, which was green apple Crown Royal mixed with Sprite, tasted stronger than usual. Not that you didn’t mind of course. You had a strong tolerance. However, this normally only had one shot of Crown mixed into it. 

“Woo. Did you put two shots in this?”

“I did. And before you ask, I didn’t fuck up. I added another shot intentionally. After everything you’ve told me, I figured you’d need to relax a bit more.”

Your heart fluttered at Wooyoung’s thoughtfulness and you thanked him by raising your glass to him. He poured his own shot and clinked his glass with you before knocking it back. He set his empty shot glass in the sink and handed you the menu. 

“Order what you want. It’s on the house.”

“Woo, no -”

Wooyoung reached over and put his finger on your lips to shush you. Normally, you would’ve rolled your eyes and shoved his finger off, but for some reason, you felt a bit flustered under his touch today. It definitely wasn’t the alcohol speaking. You weren’t even tipsy yet! Perhaps it’s just the environment you’re in. After all, you were technically in a place where women’s hormones go crazy. Once upon a time, you used to be like them. Now? You had your priorities straight. 

“It’s fine, doll. I mean it.”

“Fine… I’ll take the takoyaki and katsu pork bites please.”

“Want to throw some potstickers in there as well?”

“Sure.”

Wooyoung nodded and took your order to the kitchen while you sipped on your drink. While you were waiting for him, you noticed a girl trying to shrink back into the booth she was at with, who you assumed were, her coworkers. You chuckled as she tried her best to be a wallflower in a place such as Cyberpunk. You also felt bad for her as well. Mingi told you briefly about this woman and you honestly wanted to beat those women’s asses. Sadly, it’s none of your business. The most you can do is wish that she smoothly escapes them as soon as possible. 

“One order of takoyaki, katsu pork bites, and potstickers for my favorite customer.”

Wooyoung’s voice snapped you out of your observant haze quickly and you turned around to see the food placed in front of you. You were salivating. After weeks of eating nothing but healthy food in your own home, you considered today a cheat day. You grabbed your chopsticks and picked up a katsu pork bite before eating it. Apparently, this was a new thing on the menu. 

And you hoped they’d keep it. 

“Woo… this is fucking bomb! Tell the chef to keep this on the menu!”

Wooyoung chuckled smoothly and found your love for bar food so adorable. He made a mental note to do that before he left. As he watched you eat, he couldn’t help but stare at you. The way your hair fell in front of your face (he wanted to reach out and tuck it behind your ear), the way your cheeks puffed up as you kept eating (there were a few crumbs stuck to the corners of your mouth and he wanted to wipe them away with his thumb badly), and the way you drank your strong drink with such poise? Yeah this man is in love. 

“I NEED A ROUND OF SHOTS PLUS THE STRONGEST DRINK YOU HAVE FOR BOOTH 1117!”

Jongho’s voice broke Wooyoung out of his lovestruck stupor and he sighed deeply. He knew which booth Jongho was referring to. Setting to work, he first made the cocktail since it was a longer process. Once the drink was made, he took out a lot of shot glasses and placed them on the tray. 

“WHAT ALCOHOL DO THEY WANT?!”

Jongho asked the customer real quick on what shots they wanted to order before yelling back. 

“SOJU!”

Wooyoung nodded and took out some soju bottles before pouring the spirit into each frosted shot glass. Once he was done, he double checked to make sure everything was in order before shouting out to Jongho.

“A ROUND OF SOJU SHOTS AND A STRONG COCKTAIL!”

Jongho walked over and grabbed the tray once more before placing a dollar bill in front of Wooyoung. It was a tip. A generous one at that. Wooyoung pocketed the money before turning back to you. His eyes widened at the empty plate and they trailed up to you, still sipping on your drink as if you didn’t order so much bar food. 

“Well I’ll be damned. I’m calling you Kirby with the way you practically inhaled that food.”

“That would require me having a black hole for a stomach though, and we both know I don’t have that.”

Wooyoung laughed at your sassy reply and nodded before pouring himself another shot.

“To our aspirations of becoming Kirby!”

You clinked glasses and knocked back your drinks before setting the glass down. Wooyoung took your empty glass and looked back up at you. 

“You want a refill?”

“Nah. It’s ok. I think I’m done for today.” 

“Perfect!”

You were confused as to why Wooyoung said that and said it in that tone. It wasn’t until your eyes landed on an empty shot glass that you realized what he was doing. You immediately shook your head. 

“I have work tomorrow -”

“What time do your clients come in?”

“Uh… around noon or 2 PM.”

“Great! Now come on. Knock one back with me.”

“Wooyoung, I don’t know -”

“Did you drive here? If you did, I’ll take your decline.”

“Well no. My car’s in the shop so I took an uber here…”

“All the more reason to take a shot! Come on. It’s Friday!” 

“Woo…”

Wooyoung took your hand in his and rubbed your knuckles with his thumb. You felt more flustered than before and you couldn’t help but find him so handsome underneath the dim lighting of the bar. His black hair was tied back into a small ponytail while two strands hung in front of his face. His jawline was sharp, his lips looked tempting and kissable, and his eyes were shining with mischief and amusement. There was also a sincerity behind them too. 

“You work so hard, Y/N. You deserve this. I’ll take care of you. Like always.”

You didn’t say anything, prompting Wooyoung to continue. 

“I’m not going to lie. I mainly just wanted to flirt with you and get a rise out of you. I’m fine with being friends. However, if you’re on the same wavelength as me, then I will tell you right now. I fell in love with you. I’m so in love with the way you talk, move, and hold yourself. I figured someone like me could never be with someone like you. But I’m willing to shoot my shot and give us a try. The question now is… are you?”

You were taken aback by Wooyong’s confession. The bartender that you like also likes you back. You felt your heart hurt when he said that he doesn’t deserve someone like you when in reality, it’s sort of the vice verse. However, seeing as he’s willing to give it a try, you thought “Fuck it.” in the back of your mind. You were independent, made good money, and had a stable life overall. Why not share that life with someone? You intertwined your fingers with his and a small smile appeared on your face. 

“Yeah… I’m willing to give us a try.”

With that, you both took your shots, and the rest is now history. 

[teneleven12xiii]

Tonight I'm drowning on the thought of how Logan feels 😭 the media, the fans, James himself are so cruel talking about him and his time in F1. Even Franco was liking posts making fun of him.. idk man this must hurt so much. I really hope he is okay and dealing with it the best way possible.. 💔

Me too, I keep thinking about how 2 races into his season Franco was given more love and support by more drivers, team principals, and commentators than Logan ever did. Getting a post from Lewis, F1 posting so many positive posts about him. While Logan for 36 races had nothing but cruel comments and reminders that he isn’t enough. And the fact that even now, he’s not there anymore they are still being so incredibly rude to him by comparing him to Franco who is driving a completely different car and has the support Logan never had.

I really hope he’s doing okay and the rumors that he is testing for a few indycar teams are true, I hope he gets to sign with a good supportive team who is treat him the way he deserves to be treated. And I hope one day, maybe with Andretti or someone else he’ll get a chance to return to formula one and prove everyone wrong, that if he was given a good car and the support he deserves he is a good maybe even great driver. I know whatever he choses to do next he’ll be great and I can’t wait to support him in that.

[nikethestatue]

Hello!

Wanted to get your thoughts on Elain not fitting into Night Court because per Cassian she is drowned out by “Night Court Black”? This also came up when Elain did not wear Illyrian leathers. One of the podcasts that I listen to (though mind you are very much in love with the red haired characters of the books, though they try to keep is unbiased) mentioned this. To me this has always been a bit of a faulty argument, especially about the Illyrian leathers because of course she would not want to wear that. Nesta was the same way. Cassian thinking that was an interesting way to word it—Mor nor Amgen regularly wear black yet he points this specifically out about Night Court. People tend to think well that must be it..Elain belongs in Day or Spring. Personally, I think SJM is perhaps pointing her to a different court all together—>Dusk perhaps???? Or it means absolutely nothing and Cassian is just oblivious to everyone except Nesta, despite the podcasters constantly talking about his emotional intelligence.

The 'black dress' comment has been addressed many times, and I can go back and kind of regurgitate the same info:

it's not the Night Court, it's specifically Hewn City

the plain black dress was there for a reason. To take all attention from her, and place it all on Nesta.

Elain volunteered HERSELF to go to Hewn City and play this role. She stated that she was 'part of this court' and would do what's necessary.

This is all canon and all in the book. So like I said, I am not going to regurgitate this info because the rebuttal of their arguments is already in there.

However, the Illyrian leathers thing is interesting.

Feyre stated that Elain possessed a 'different kind of strength' and SJM, in one of her interviews, said the same. Elain's strength, her powers are not connected to her abilities as a fighter. That's why she won't become a warrior. She is not a Blade. She is a loaf of bread. She is a flower. She is a rose in a mud field. She is a slice of cake. She is home. She is life. She is love. Her strength is that she does what is necessary, even if it's violent and cruel, and then she walks away. She doesn't dwell on it and doesn't take pride in causing pain.

However, unlike all of them, ELain was the only one who didn't need Illyrian leathers to deliver the most devastating blow of all--she stabbed the king. She didn't need any physical power to make a huge difference in the war--first by Seeing Vassa, who came in and destroyed the navy, and then by finding the Suriel with her Seer's Eyes, and through the Suriel, Amren learned how to shed her 'skin' and how to come to full power, thus developing a devastating blow to Hybern.

Elain has never been and hopefully will not be about fighting, slicing and dicing. Elain fully lives into the Nephelle philosophy. The weakest, the most 'insignificant' person can make the most difference. Nephelle with her too small wings, with her lack of physical powers also made a tremendous amount of difference in the previous War.

Cassian, the great warrior, the general, all clad in Illyrian leathers was no match for the King of Hybern. No matter his training, his physicality, his strength, he still fell, and was ready to die. But then Elain stepped out of the shadow and rammed Truth Teller through the King's throat.

That's her power. That's her strength. She does what needs to be done and then she returns to her quiet life, and continues to create.

That's the significance of Elain Archeron.

[anystalker707]

Where we belong

Pairing: Eren Yeager x [male, amab] Reader Summary: A loving life with your lover, running away at the first chance you got. Tags: Bottom Eren / very loving / sweet / comfort requested by anon

MASTER LIST

          The little cottage in the middle of the mountains in Paradis felt like heaven. The Rumbling was now a distant dream—or nightmare—in the back of your mind, a completely different reality from the one you were pulled into when surrounded by the never-ending green and calming sound of the water. It was relieving. The grass you lay upon was softer than any bed the military or the cities would provide.

Footsteps pulled away from your thoughts, so you pulled your forearm away, uncovering the top half of your face so that you could look at an upside-down Eren who approached, looking around before his eyes landed on you. He had cut his hair after you two ran away, but it was growing into a mullet again, framing his pretty face nicely.

Cutting the long strands felt like cutting a bond with the life Eren took before, letting go of a weight that wasn’t his to carry anymore. He looked happy. Casual clothes suited him a lot more than uniforms. Both of you had gone through a lot of changes, anything to drown the feeling that pursued the two of you, making you run until you didn’t feel it anymore, over the hills and far away, where no one could reach you.

A sigh escaped Eren’s lips as he stood beside you, putting his hands on his hips. He didn’t say anything for a while. “Hey, handsome.”

You smiled, exhaling. “Hey.”

Eren offered his hands to help you stand up, even though both of you almost fell to the ground clumsily. You cupped his cheek to bring his face closer before kissing the opposite one a couple of times, and he’d still blush shyly while leaning into you, no matter how many times you did that. He turned his head to meet your kisses, lovingly pressing his lips to yours.

“Come on, love,” you mumbled against his lips.

Eren left his boots by the door and held your hand as he followed you further into the house, blinking a few times to get used to the lighting change. He pulled you closer, pressing his face to your neck and inhaling deeply, knowing it wouldn’t take much for you to understand what he wanted. Your arms were warm and secure around him; Eren practically melted, nuzzling a spot under your jaw before he kissed your lips, deepening the kiss, kissing you in wordless pleas.

The way to the bedroom consisted of wobbly steps and pauses so that Eren could kiss your lips or your neck properly, trying to balance his wants the best he could. The same Eren that was a strong warrior, seemingly cold and emotionless, was the one that looked at you with such hopeful and pleading eyes before you gave him long kisses on the lips, letting your hands slip under his shirt to rub circles into his skin, feeling it rise in shivers. He cupped your face like you were to disappear at any moment, or maybe to reassure himself it was reality.

Sparkles of pleasure started shimmering up Eren’s spine when his hips pressed to yours, and you returned the motion; your erection pressed against his in a delicious motion that wouldn’t feel so urgent if there weren’t layers of clothes separating you, adding up to the friction in a special way. He couldn’t help but whine into the kiss, his cock throbbing as he pressed even closer. Any distance between you two was too much.

The bed creaked lightly when Eren sat down on it, making sure to keep the kiss going until you couldn’t bend down without it being uncomfortable. His eyes followed your movements, arms above your head, and tossing the shirt aside, leaving the skin bare for him to kiss. He loved the way your skin felt against his. Eren held your hips and pressed his nose to your stomach, inhaling deeply, then rubbed his cheek against it. A soft sound slipped past his lips as his eyes met yours, glinting, expecting. He groaned and kissed your stomach again when your hands ran through his hair in silent praise.

As much as he loved it, Eren forced himself to pull back so that he could undress as well, and suddenly, his clothes were more complicated to remove than the Scout Regiment’s gear, compelling him to grunt in frustration while kicking his pants and underwear off and moving up on the bed. He found you already observing him when he looked up. His cheeks burned at the thought of what went through your mind, as much as he was sure of your unconditional love, and he reassured himself with that thought so that he could watch you finish undressing and climb on the bed.

Love made Eren attracted to you like a moth to light, intoxicating him, almost making it hard to do something as simple as breathe. His hands found your shoulders to pull you down for yet another kiss as soon as you were close enough. Every detail was perfect, from the way your body pressed against his once you settled down between his legs to your habit of nipping on his bottom lip before running your tongue along it to ask for entrance.

Eren rested his head back against the pillow with a moan, tasting something sweet as your tongue pressed against his and explored his mouth in a way that gave him a tingling sensation in his lower back and compelled him to squirm, pulling you even closer. He nipped on your lips, quickly forgetting the loss of your lips against his when you nipped on his neck instead, pressing to a spot below his ear until his cock throbbed again.

“Mmph, don’t tease, please,” he breathed.

You chuckled. “I’m not even teasing today, love.” You pecked his lips sweetly, tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth before pulling away, and he didn’t know whether he should believe you or not.

Cold air replaced your warmth when you sat back on your legs, Eren’s own resting over your thighs, and he felt like pouting when he had to let go of your shoulders, but there wasn’t any other way you could grab the oil from the bedside table if he didn’t. The characteristic scent filled the room as soon as you took the lid off, and he kept his eyes on your face while you poured some on your cock and let a generous amount of it drip between his legs. A groan escaped his lips, not at the sensation, but at the focused look you had on your face while doing it. He never got tired of you, your features, the freckles and moles spread across your skin that only managed to make you prettier, if possible. You were so fucking hot.

“Needy today?” A teasing air permeated your voice, but Eren didn’t have the chance to answer before your hand wrapped around your cock and his at the same time, pressing the two together in a firm grip, spreading the oil.

Eren’s words were replaced by a moan, fingers curling around the bedsheets. He eventually decided to ignore your words and focused on seeking more pleasure by thrusting into your grip, watching your hand move around both of you. Your focus changed whenever he started getting into something, though he wasn’t sure whether to enjoy or hate it. He bit his lip when your hand eased lower between his legs, while the other spread them out further with a firm hold on his thigh—he gladly did it, propping up on his elbows to watch, rewarded by your fingers pressing to his hole.

The intrusion burned a little at first, quickly overtaken by pleasure. Two of your fingers had pushed into Eren, and you easily had him moaning at the simple task of lubing him up. He clenched around your fingers, legs shifting, and he moaned more once your fingers curled up inside him. You knew how to please him so well.

“Fuck,” Eren groaned as he arched his back, his hips bucking involuntarily.

“Good?” You met his gaze, and Eren nodded, another moan escaping his lips when your fingers caressed the sweet spot inside him. His cock throbbed, some pre-cum escaping the tip and landing on his stomach as he whimpered, only exhaling when your fingers pulled away.

In an unspoken agreement, Eren lay back against the bed again the moment you adjusted your position, his arms wrapping around your shoulders once more, squeezing them briefly. One of your hands hooked under his leg to hold it up, his thigh almost pressing to his torso, and the other went down between the two of you.

“Please,” Eren mumbled, interrupted by a groan when he felt your tip press to his entrance. The pressure and the stretch were more intense than the ones your fingers demanded, but the pleasure your cock gave him was also a lot more intense, snatching a gasp from his lips with how it slowly sank deeper inside him. His fingers pressed into your back, his nails too short to actually mark the skin significantly, but enough to leave behind something that’d remind him of the moment later, like how you’d do with the firm grip now on both of his thighs.

“Nngh, yeah,” Eren gasped, arching his back as you eventually bottomed out. He could feel his brain swimming already. So good. Fine and deep inside him. He loved the light burning of the stretch, how he squirmed while trying to get used to the buzz sparkling through his body. It was exactly what he needed, exactly what he craved, the delicious sensation sent up his spine with the first tentative thrusts.

Your cock managed to hit all the right spots inside Eren, making strings of whiny moans escape his lips while he clung to you. His eyes fluttered shut in an attempt to help keep himself together until he got used to the pleasure. The thrusts grew steady, and he slowly could relax his grip on your back, at least free one of his hands so that he’d grab the back of your neck to bring you in for a kiss.

Whatever you mumbled between kisses fell on deaf ears, since Eren’s brain was too preoccupied with the feeling of your cock moving in and out of him instead, messily pressing his lips to yours. However, a tug on Eren’s hair compelled him to pull away from the kiss. The pain on his scalp, for some reason, stirred something in his lower stomach, the arousal growing as he kept the position you held him in, head back and neck exposed for you to cover it in kisses as you wished.

The new stimulation had Eren weak. Your grip on his hair wasn’t painful, but it was there, accompanied by your lips abusing a sensitive spot on his neck, all while your cock thrust deep inside him in heavy thrusts. He couldn’t help but wrap his legs around your waist, immediately shuddering at the new kind of pleasure the light adjustment provided, arching his back and dragging his fingers down yours.

Your name sounded like a messy moan coming from Eren’s lips, and he presumed that you’d only stopped nipping on his neck because you were satisfied with the mark you left there. The thought of it made his cock throb. He loved being yours, being with you, being filled by you. He could finally look at you again after you freed his hair, and he couldn’t help the fluttering in his chest just by looking at your face again, analyzing the pleased expression on your features. Pleased because of him.

“You feel so good, love. You’re made for me, aren’t you?” You moaned, holding both of his thighs again and increasing the rhythm of your thrusts. Your cock twitched inside Eren, the tip bullying his prostate continuously, compelling him to clench around you, toes curling.

“Yes, yes, all yours, yes,” Eren moaned. His legs wrapped tighter around you, craving that pleasure that only you could provide. “Fuck,” he gasped, “I love you so much.”

A smile tugged on your lips before you kissed Eren. You squeezed his thighs, basking in the sweet feeling that only he could provide you. He moaned shakily at the new rhythm of the thrusts, holding onto the back of your neck firmly to deepen the kiss, allowing you to fill his senses.

The kiss broke as your thrusts grew a little slower, and you pulled back a little to look between you two, groaning at the sight of Eren’s flushed cock dripping pre-cum all over himself. “Turn over,” you mumbled, meeting Eren’s gaze just in time to see the confusion turn into eagerness.

Eren untangled himself from you and lay on his stomach before pushing his hips up, hugging the pillow below him under his chest. He felt your cock press to his entrance, and the pleasure came faster this time, making him squirm at the new change of angle, giving in to the urge to buck his hips to meet your movements despite your hands holding his waist firmly.

“Mm, I love you,” you mumbled against the back of his shoulder, your body pressing against his nicely, and your fingers tangled into his hair, making him tilt his head to the side and expose his neck for you. He could only moan in response, melting under your touches, even more so as your thrusts felt more intense. His eyes rolled lightly when his hips moved back at the same time yours pushed against his, making him whine.

“More, please,” Eren breathed, a soft cry escaping his lips with a particularly harsh thrust. “Yes, yes,” he chanted again before biting his lip. Strings of moans spilled from his throat at the new pace, and his eyes rolled back again when your hand gripped his cock tightly, stroking it at the same pace as your thrusts. Just what he needed. A familiar sensation ran up his thighs, his cock twitching in your grip, and he just surrendered when his orgasm hit.

Eren moaned into the pillow, crying out softly as he came, spurting hot strings of cum on the bedsheets, and it was all it took for you to come as well, thrusts growing sloppier as you made sure every drop was inside in. His body slowly gave up under you, and you just lay down with him as well, hugging Eren and kissing along his back. 

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[maybebabyplease]

My admiration for Virginia Woolf has increased, and I am more than ever saddened by the example of her death. And I am affected by the other lives DeSalvo shows with such sensitivity: the silent ones, powerless to help, sitting with their sponges at the far end of the tub. Less gifted, less overtly self-destructive women than their brilliant relative, they yet found the old female ways of keeping themselves from living life. Shutting down behind self-pity and secret shame; sacrificing themselves to childish mothers and selfish men; vaguely yearning, self-medicating; painting someone else's pictures; obediently tracing the magic circle, afraid, entranced. There are so many different ways to drown.

Kennedy Fraser

[ichthyorelationships]

an idea i invite anyone else to write about / run with lol....

the premise that The Change gets all messed up for alberto, say it's something that can happen from stress, &/or happens rarely and you just have to wait for it to resolve itself....used as some parallel to struggling through some emotional turbulence / upheaval / questioning / Realizing Things, etc etc

[fragmentedblade]

The "Dan Heng is Dan Feng" dogmatics annoy me a lot. It entirely brushes off one of the most interesting and prevalent questions posed by the game, incarnated by several characters and stories that give the question different hues with different potential answers, and a constant also in HI3, like a thread waving the two games together

[carefulfears]

omg rm9 was kinda fun To Me. i enjoyed mulder and scully going on a sushi date, scully being SOOOOO embarrassingly down bad for a man she’s known over 20 years, and of course the restaurant attacking them because mulder is a bad tipper. it’s also just nice to see them living life, you know??

i had a blast with rm9 tbh, a classic s11 well! have no idea what happened there! but i enjoyed myself! episode. just talked about it a bit but yes!! just seeing them living life!! literally the majority of s11 isn't even them going on cases they're just like. existing. and falling into Situations. in rm9 all they wanted to do was go to this sushi place. scully is of course always embarrassing as hell but what i loved loved loved loved about her in rm9 (and consequently throughout s11) is that last moment at the diner when they're both on their phones, and she puts hers away and just kinda leans over to his shoulder and takes his hand, and he puts his phone down.

i was so floored to see her do that, to ask for his attention like that. so much of the original series is scully...almost quietly suffocating, sometimes? being on the edge of his myopia and focus? wanting him to see her so bad, and then lashing out (READ: fucking serial killers) to either rebel, or get him to notice? but it's been a long time and he has been many more things to her since and now she just grabs his hand and makes him turn to her. in forehead sweat when she whines that he needs to feed her or she's leaving!! and then she does leave!!! in plus one when they aren't even "back together" yet, and she sneaks into his motel room and asks him to hold her.

scully in the revival has left him. she has struck out on her own, had her own career, lived on her own, been a doctor. and she's back and they're back because there's work to be done, and because, as james wong says: "She’s in love with him that way. She had a different career as a doctor, but she came back, because this is so important to him—she’s coming back to be there for him."

she's back, and they're back, because they're always choosing each other, and they've proven it, and they've done the work. she complains about his stakeouts. she cracks jokes about being sure he's on his meds!! she knows that their son is "guiding" them both, somehow. she doesn't question it.

she's embarrassingly down bad even after 25 years because she's never anything but adored him, but there's so much more availability now. she can openly check him out and invite him back into her room and giggle at him and sleep on his jacket in bars. she used to cry, every single time that he was present with her. she used to be so overwhelmed that she couldn't speak, when he was focused on her. this is the inverse reaction of the stability and peace that mulder has found, there's a steady foundation for scully to grow on.

[moonpaw]

people who actually believe that theory that usopp will die to prove he's a brave warrior of the sea is so ridiculous when oda can't even kill a giant who was in a flashback 22 years ago

[death-himself]

ok don't get me wrong, i love the disney+ show and while I haven't enjoyed all of the changes, I have liked or at least understood a majority of them

but i'm so sad that all of the changes pretty much cut out how purely childish and twelve the trio were in the book

like i understand the changes, they do make the plot feel less like the series of coincidences I'm beginning to see the book as

but i miss them going to aunty em's because they were just kids who wanted something unhealthy to eat and staying in the lotus because they just wanted a bit of fun

i get it makes sense for annabeth and grover to figure out aunty em is medusa and the lotus casino is related to the lotus flowers but I'm so sad it meant sacrificing them being dumbass little kids

[love-has-a-way-ofgrowingbackward]

thinking about hamilton and burr together but not in a kissing way but in a you are so different on surface but are made of the same core way. they have the same sort of wants and hurt but they project it in such different ways.

[rosicheeks]

🌸🦖🌿?

-🌸

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

I feel like it had to be something about my personality. Personality compliments are always top tier for me and then singing compliments are probably next 🩷

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

Dinosaurs???? I’m sorry I’m awful lol

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

Right now I don’t think I have a *favorite* outfit. My go to outfit when I want to look cute is usually a skirt and a top that is either a crop top or I crop myself 😂

[faaun]

non-zero amount of swans and a non-zero amount of lakes.

[gibbearish]

normal things i look up when playing stardew: gifts, where to find specific fish, cutscene options, how to unlock certain crafting recipes/items

what im reading now: The Mines

[cryptidliker]

Just heard about Sonic 3 sorry for my loss